Short Stories

                                        I love bikes.                                         I waited 7 years to buy this one.                                         It's tough iron muscle.                                         Almost an extended me.                                                                                  Its been more than a year since I bought this, but every time I take it out, I am en route a heavenly ride. The engine roar, the smooth pickup, the change of gears and the long rides, that's happiness in a single combo. If the Bicycle is a revolution, the Motorcyle,its Big Brother a feather on its cap. By the way I am a police officer , Raghupathy, Commissioner of Police at Chennai.Today i am taking my personal bike to station. [Vrooom,vrrooom] [switching gears]                                          As you travel with me on my bike,  let me say you something more about me.My first bike was an Yezdi, the one whose kickstarter is u

Good Morning.Welcome to Sizza plaza,You are on Ground Floor                            Gengu pressed on button 12 and as the lift door was closing ,his taste for design made him wonder, at the alternate possibilities of arranging the lift button panel.  Why is it not outside the lift?  Could there be a better design for this? He mentally calculated the pluses and minuses of different arrangements. Gengu works in an advertising agency.His job is to woo customers through his creative ads and make them want things whether they really want it or not.Despite the creative nature of his job, he felt it monotonus.It didnot satify his creative spirits. He wants to be an artist and create things in his own way. His corporate life started everyday in this lift. The eerie silence in the small metal room , the possibility of strangers standing together ,something  impossible for the major part of human life time, triggered his curios mind and tickled it with wonder. He al